She certainly never came up here to my room, and when I did see her in the kitchen I was already afraid that a screaming fight between her and Pops was going to break out. He looked off for a moment in an almost dreamy way, then back to me. I cringed. I sat back on the couch, watching the windows fill up with early stars and the room darken before me, which only proved to put it in a gentler light.
'It's justice that I, a descendant of Manfred, have to carry out. You have no idea? she probed, looking me in the eye as if I was concealing something from myself perhaps. Utterly without. But he gave me no answer, and then, after a pause, he told me again to go home.
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